The dust has come to settle,
At last, my brambles sprout
Vibrant petals
Full of hope and tranquil joy,
To drown out lonesome grief
A little toy
Was all you planned I would be
But there is so much left
For you to see
Soon you’ll know  
What I mean

The only time I care what people think
Is when you’re around
Because meandering eyes
glance, then look away
But yours always seem to stay
Lingering, pondering
But I can’t for the life of me
Figure out what you’re
Thinking

Blood
Runs down my skin
As my lips curl into
A rapturous grin
I forgot I was alive
Until the blade dug in
And I watched pain unravel
Into sanguine satisfaction

opening their petals
raising stamens to the sky
allowing leaves to dance
and pollen to fly
carried by wind,
floating past trees
to one day be cradled
by a neighboring blossom
or the cold soil beneath